To Jane,
My dear Jane, they say life is but brief,
Yet I feel otherwise, finding joy in belief.
Together we've laughed, in youth’s embrace,
Worked for our world, each heartfelt trace.
Your gifts to the tapestry of society shine bright,
Gratitude swells for your radiant light.
In my years spent beneath the UK sky,
Your support was a beacon, my spirits to fly.
You listened intently, your heart always near,
With energy woven from kindness and cheer.
Scotland felt home in each visit I made,
As echoes of friendship in memories cascade.
From Edinburgh’s charm to Forres’ grace,
In Aberdeen’s shores, I found my place.
Our journeys along Findhorn’s gentle stream,
Were moments of magic, like whispers of dream.
Planning adventures, your mind ever bright,
You knew where to lead me, from dawn into night.
To beaches and cliffs, where wild waters flow,
In forests and realms where our spirits could grow.
All your friends, like branches, intertwined,
In the warmth of your smile, true treasures I find.
Forgive me for distance, in this moment I sigh,
As you meditate deeply, with memories nearby.
I promise to return to Findhorn once more,
Where the echoes of laughter will forever soar.
In nature’s embrace, where our souls can entwine,
Dear Jane, our journey—a bond so divine.
Bobo Lwin
October 2024
